My mom says that's a closet. I call it "Favorite Hiding Place #45."
That's the potty. Enough said.
Every day is a picnic. Except with air conditioning. And less bugs, unless you count my brother.
My mom tries to tell me to clean up my room. Please mom. Your secret is out.
That's the big gigantic television that doesn't play Noggin. I'm still trying to figure out how to fix that.
I call this "Highchair with a View." I'm still planning what kind of artwork to do on the wall there.
Hey. There's our bathtub. Ha. Just kidding.
Ugh. That's my little brother.
He's always cramping my style.
That's my mom. Come to think of it, she's always cramping my style too.
And this is me, Quinlan. I want to paint my room pink and purple. And I love my new house. I hope you do too.